miércoles, 2 de diciembre de 2009

I'm waitiing, for the perfect time to call you back. Because I remember saying don't wanna know the truth can't handle that, and I try to, just forget you, but I don't know how, if only I knew. Take it all over your face, such a paintful thing to waste, tell me now, where do we go? Now the future is not so clear, I can't believe, without you here. Where's the world that doesn't care? Maybe I could meet you there...

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